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  Aug 2020 Sayge Daniels
idiosyncrasy
maybe
maybe i'm
maybe i'm crazy
maybe i'm crazy and
maybe i'm crazy and lonely
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but if
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but if you're
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but if you're still
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but if you're still here
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but if you're still here then
maybe i'm crazy and lonely but if you're still here then maybe

maybe you are, too.
  Aug 2020 Sayge Daniels
Meera
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken
Dedicated to all the poets here. I feel happy to be a part of the community.
  Aug 2020 Sayge Daniels
XPY
You can pretend
That the black gloss
On my lashes
Will glue my eyes shut-
Make me blind to truth;
To ‘true knowledge.’
Go ahead.
Tell yourself
That my red-painted lips
Only spout nonsense.
It will only make it sweeter
When my wing-lined eyes
Give you whiplash
as I walk past you
To get my degree;
My award;
My paycheck.
Maybe if you’re ‘nice’
I’ll buy you an ice pack.
feminist makeup
© KMH 2018
  Aug 2020 Sayge Daniels
The Non-Poet
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid
Sayge Daniels Aug 2020
Today is just like any other
     Today is just like any other
          Today is just like any other
               Today is just like any other
                   Today is just like any other and I can't stand it

I am trapped in my own home
I am trapped in my own home
I am trapped in my own home

                   I am closing my eyes now maybe it will be better
                   I am closing my eyes now maybe it will be better
                   I am closing my eyes now maybe it will be better


    It's not better it's worse
    It's not better it's worse
    It's not better it's worse
    It's not better it's worse



                                                   My fists are pounding
                                                   My fists are pounding
                                                   My fists are pounding
                                                   My fists are pounding
                                                   My fists are pounding
                                                   My fists are pounding

I'm trapped in my mind
I'm trapped in my mind
I'm trapped in my mind
I'm trapped in my mind
                                                            ­      I'm screaming
                                                       ­           I'm screaming
                                                       ­           I'm screaming
                                                       ­           I'm screaming
                                                       ­           I'm screaming
                                                       ­           I'm screaming


                                           No one is there
                                           No one is there
                                           No one is there
                                           No one is there
                                           No one is there
                                           No one is there
                                           No one is there



I'm alone again
I'm alone again
I'm alone again
I'm alone again
I'm alone again
I'm alone again


                                                         ­                           Goodbye
                              ­                                                      Goodbye
   ­                                                                 ­                Goodbye
                                         ­                                           Goodbye
              ­                                                                 ­     Goodbye
                                                    ­                                Goodbye
  Apr 2020 Sayge Daniels
N
My eyes has been
wide open all night
like a corpse’s eyes

Would you come and
gently close them for
me so I can finally sleep?
I wanted to write a poem about how much I’ve missed her, and I guess this is my way of saying it.
  Mar 2020 Sayge Daniels
Ashly Kocher
Hello?
Can you hear me?
I’m down here...
6 feet under...
Not where I’m suppose to be
You come and visit me
Everyday
I hear you constantly pray
To talk to me again
Hold my hand
Hug me tight
Well I’m right here
I hear everything you say
I cry with you
I laugh with you
I pray with you
I am always with you
Even from 6 feet under
I AM HERE
I pray myself
To heal your pain
Dry your eyes
Help you move on
Don’t forget me
You know where I am
Always in your heart
Forever your friend
I will continue to grow old with you
Until we meet again
When we walk together in the sky
Holding each others hands
For now I stay
6 feet underground
Loving you
Praying with you
Hearing your voice
As I lay in silence
6 feet underground...
Wrote this from the perspective of a person who has passed away and what they see and feel everyday....
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